gbf // muke

16

Luke's POV.

Michael fell asleep around 1 a.m. but I just laid there awake on his his shoulder.

He was holding me with one arm, and the other one rested loosely on my hip. I pecked his chin softly, and looked up at him. "You probably don't love me yet, but I love you." I whispered.

I traced shapes on his chest lightly, and snuggled closer to him. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I shook him slightly, and felt him stir around. "Michael?" I asked, and I saw his eyes open. "Yeah?" He asked, and closed his eyes again. "I can't sleep." I said quietly, and he sat up a little. "What time is it?" He asked. "A little after 3."

"Why can't you sleep?" He asked, and turned on the lamp. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's cold." I said quietly, and he stood up off of the bed. He walked over to his closet, and pulled something out. He tossed it over on the bed onto my lap, and it was a black fuzzy blanket.

He walked back over with something in his hands. He sat down beside me and I saw he had his phone, with a pair of headphones. He sat his phone down, and wrapped the blankets around my shoulders. He pulled the blanket over my head like a hood, but it didn't cover my face. He put the ear buds in my ears, and Ed Sheeran filled played softly. He held me close to him, and I felt his lips press to my forehead. His head rested comfortably on top of mine, and I smiled. This has got to be my favorite moment with Michael.

--

"You deserve to die, Hemmings!" "Michael doesn't love you!" "You're worthless!" They all told me.

I felt them all start to touch me in ways I didn't like, wether it be painfully, or just made me uncomfortable. I felt tears fill my eyes as the guys pushed me around, all taking off a part of my clothes. They all circled around me, and started to kiss, and touch different parts of my body.

I felt my stomach being pushed onto the cold wall as I felt someone push into me without warning. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. His hand was pressed to my face so hard that it hurt to even move.

"Luke!"

"Luke!"

"Luke!-"

I sat up quickly, and saw Michael was above me. The lamp was turned on, and he looked at me with a worried expression. I was burning up, and I honestly just felt sick. I wiped my eyes that had tears falling from them, and sniffled. I stood up, and ran to the bathroom.

"Luke?" I heard Michael ask quietly. I tried to shut the door, but he stopped it with his foot. I crossed one arm over my stomach, and the other covered my face. "Leave me alone. please." I cried. "Luke. Please tell me what's going on." He said quietly.

"You were crying and like thrashing around. What happened?" He asked, sounding genuinely worried. I felt a drop of sweat roll down my forehead, and I wiped it away.

"Please just go. I wanna take a shower." I said quietly. He sighed, and placed his hand on my hip. "Luke. Please baby.." He whispered. I shook my head, and sighed. "Why can't I just take a shower?" I asked. "I'm sorry if this offends you in any way, but I'm scared you're gonna hurt yourself." He said quietly, and I shook my head.

"I won't." I said quietly, and sighed. "How do i know that?" He asked. "Because I'm hoping you'd trust me. I don't need to be supervised all the time, Michael. Just leave me alone, and I'll be fine." I said louder, slightly annoyed. His hand dropped from my waist, and he held his hands up in defeat. "Just yell if you need anything." He said, and left the bathroom. "Doubt I will." I muttered, and shut the door harshly.

I turned on the water, and stepped into the cold shower. It wasn't freezing, but it wasn't warm either. I sat down on the floor of the shower with my knees up to my chest.

Why did any of this have to happen to me? Why did I have to take it out Michael? All he wanted to do was help me.

After about five minutes of crying my eyes out, I finally stood up, and took my shower. It wasn't until after my shower that I realized I didn't have any clothes. I frowned and stepped out, wrapping the big towel around my shoulders, making sure it covered everything.

I walked out of the bathroom, and back into the dim room. I saw Michael was laying back in bed.

"Michael?" I asked and shook him. "Yeah?" He mumbled. "I don't have any clothes." I whispered, and he stood up. He threw me a pair of boxers, and laid back in bed.

"W-Wait. Michael. I need a shirt." I said quietly, and slightly nervously. "Why? You're just going to bed." He groaned. "Michael you know I'm not comfortable with my body." I said quietly, and he sighed. "And when will you be?" He asked, getting up. "Well. Uh W-When it's not cut." I whispered, and the tossed me a green day shirt.

"And whose fault is that?" He snapped, and I felt my eyes fill up with tears once again. "You're a bîtch." I said with my teeth gritted together, and ran back into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and quickly put the clothes on that he gave me. I sat against the wall of the bathroom, and I heard a soft knock on the door.

I didn't answer, instead, I just sat there. I wiped under my eyes, and sat criss cross.

"Luke?" I heard Michael's soft voice ask.

I covered my mouth quickly after a sob escaped my lips. I didn't want Michael to know he made me cry. I don't want him to know that I'm weak.

I noticed I left my phone on the counter of the bathroom, and I quickly pulled it down. I called my mum, and surprisingly, she picked up.

"Luke. It's like five in the morning, on a Saturday." She said, and I sighed. "Mum. Please come pick me up." I said pm trying to keep quiet.

"Where are you sweetie?" She asked. "Michael's house. I haven't slept at all and were arguing and I just wanna come home." I cried. "Okay. I'll be there in a minute. Anything else?" She asked. "No." I whispered. "Alright. Love you." She said. "Love you too." I said, and hung up.

I stood up, and opened the door. I saw Michael waiting for me. "Babe listen-" "Can I borrow a pair of pants or something?" I asked quietly, and he nodded. He let me use a pair of shorts that were too small for him. Once they were one, I looked back up.

"I'm going home." I whispered. "I heard." he said, and wiped a tear that fell from my eye.

"I'm sorry I said that, but can you please just tell me what we woke up a four in the morning for?" He asked, and I pushed his chest back. "Just leave it alone." I mumbled, and started to walk from his room. "Fine." He said, and shut his bedroom door right after I exited.

I stubbornly walked down the stairs and out his door. I waited at the bottom of my driveway, and waited with my arms crossed. It was cold out here. The wind was blowing, and the sun was just now coming up.

I saw my mums silver car pull up, and I lightly smiled at her, getting in the passenger side.